Score ONE for the prole, ZILCH for the elitist d-bag.
I could totally choose a more eloquent word than d-bag, but I don't think that said d-bag deserves the effort of my choosing a more eloquent word, so the shortening of the vernacular "douche-bag" ("douchebag," "douche bag") it is.
I was feeling like a choleric Russian last night; I choose this means of description because typically when I think of the concept of social equality in regards to class I think equality-->socialism-->Russia. Yes, I know that train of thought is NOT extremely accurate; shut up; I'm just using it as an interesting adjective ... noun, combo thing. Anyway:
SEE the d-bag make stupid arguments of which several people point out the stupidity and get dumb holier-than-thou-type retorts!:
http://community.livejournal.com/gsa_lj/1159671.html?thread=15947511#t15947511
WITNESS choleric Russian-mode Autumn, hyped up on too much caffeine late at night, take stabs at the aforementioned d-bag and his stupid argument:
http://community.livejournal.com/gsa_lj/1159671.html?thread=15949303#t15949303
Okay, so my last reply to him was actually this morning, and I'm rather proud of it. A bit unnecessary, perhaps even a tad petty, but EAT THAT. I'm from public school, and while I never saw much gay-bashing or the like, there sure as hell were a lot of people who hated uppity d-bags like that. I wonder why.
*And there was totally bizarre logic for my using the Vicious icon throughout that thread. There is of course the appropriateness of the name and that smirk, but on the few occasions I've been struck with applying (probably pseudo) philosophy to that show he's always struck me as, excluding his avarice regarding the Syndicate, a nihilist. And when I think nihilist (never mind that Camus I think was French), I think Russia. So there, behold!*
On an only distantly-related note, it appears that caffeine, when not consumed with food, might make me sort of drunk. I was up till around 1:30 this morning feeling all jittery and doing random stuff (besides arguing with d-bag above) and sometimes walking without the best balance (which is sad, because you know the one time I did get drunk, off of alcohol, I walked/talked/thought quite coherently, it was just the contents of my stomach that wouldn't cooperate). My roommate had gone to sleep so after I showered I hung out in the computer room (where I am now; she's still asleep) and I'll tell you anyone who saw me coming from our room to this one and did various stuff while waiting on the printer to produce a few Intifada articles. Given that the printer's been rather sluggish, yesterday and today (I'm printing two other articles as I type this), that was somewhere between half and hour and forty-five minutes, I think.
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Now on a completely unrelated note, I posted the first chapter of "One Does Experiment" on the sites yesterday, and would like to thank kyohana (first reviewer at ff.net) and inuyuyu (first reviewer at aff.net) for their feedback ^^
And now, I wait for a few more pages on Palestinian radio.
I was feeling like a choleric Russian last night; I choose this means of description because typically when I think of the concept of social equality in regards to class I think equality-->socialism-->Russia. Yes, I know that train of thought is NOT extremely accurate; shut up; I'm just using it as an interesting adjective ... noun, combo thing. Anyway:
SEE the d-bag make stupid arguments of which several people point out the stupidity and get dumb holier-than-thou-type retorts!:
http://community.livejournal.com/gsa_lj/1159671.html?thread=15947511#t15947511
WITNESS choleric Russian-mode Autumn, hyped up on too much caffeine late at night, take stabs at the aforementioned d-bag and his stupid argument:
http://community.livejournal.com/gsa_lj/1159671.html?thread=15949303#t15949303
Okay, so my last reply to him was actually this morning, and I'm rather proud of it. A bit unnecessary, perhaps even a tad petty, but EAT THAT. I'm from public school, and while I never saw much gay-bashing or the like, there sure as hell were a lot of people who hated uppity d-bags like that. I wonder why.
*And there was totally bizarre logic for my using the Vicious icon throughout that thread. There is of course the appropriateness of the name and that smirk, but on the few occasions I've been struck with applying (probably pseudo) philosophy to that show he's always struck me as, excluding his avarice regarding the Syndicate, a nihilist. And when I think nihilist (never mind that Camus I think was French), I think Russia. So there, behold!*
On an only distantly-related note, it appears that caffeine, when not consumed with food, might make me sort of drunk. I was up till around 1:30 this morning feeling all jittery and doing random stuff (besides arguing with d-bag above) and sometimes walking without the best balance (which is sad, because you know the one time I did get drunk, off of alcohol, I walked/talked/thought quite coherently, it was just the contents of my stomach that wouldn't cooperate). My roommate had gone to sleep so after I showered I hung out in the computer room (where I am now; she's still asleep) and I'll tell you anyone who saw me coming from our room to this one and did various stuff while waiting on the printer to produce a few Intifada articles. Given that the printer's been rather sluggish, yesterday and today (I'm printing two other articles as I type this), that was somewhere between half and hour and forty-five minutes, I think.
---
Now on a completely unrelated note, I posted the first chapter of "One Does Experiment" on the sites yesterday, and would like to thank kyohana (first reviewer at ff.net) and inuyuyu (first reviewer at aff.net) for their feedback ^^
And now, I wait for a few more pages on Palestinian radio.